Well, I don't know if God or Truffaut or Elvis was looking out for me, but I made the right move: The very next day, while heading back to my hotel after attending a screening at Lionsgate, I was driving along 405 South, having just entered from 10 East, when a truck veered into my lane and... Well, let's just say that, hours later, I found that I still had tiny bits of shattered safety glass in my hair. But, what the hell, I was still alive. And, not incidentally, I also had another rental car to drive.
Wow! Hope you're completely OK. That's why I'm a nervous wreck when I visit LA now -- the 405 should be renamed the Highway to Hell.
Yeesh. I too hope everything's alright, both there and back home.
That's ugly, and it confirms at least one "Crash" L.A. stereotype. Hope the rest of your stay was more pleasant! It was great finally getting to meet you.
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